Manje a sou dife; yo koupe-nou kout jeThe food is simmering on the fire; they slit their eyes at us.Apeti fèmen lan tripAppetite locked in the gutsBrase lestomak al danse nan mwèl tètStirs the stomach to dance in the skull's marrow.Yon jaden pat mem people rèv-nou.A garden of open hands people our dreams.

Lavalas pou neye vè lonbrit pouriThe flood is for drowning the worm of the rotting navel.